"You can cook?"
Rita looked at the idol girl before her in surprise. An idol like her could actually cook? Was it edible?
"Of course I can! I always did well in home economics class at school, and whenever I have time at home, I cook for myself too," Hashiko Yui hurriedly explained upon seeing Rita's doubtful look.
"Then I won't stand on ceremony."
She had not planned to go home for dinner in the first place, and Rita had already made arrangements for dinner at home before leaving, so staying here for a meal would not affect anything.
Not everyone got to taste the handiwork of a national idol.
"Then wait here for a bit. You can watch some TV or something~"
As she spoke, Hashiko Yui padded straight toward the kitchen.
Watching Hashiko Yui enter the kitchen, Rita did not return to the sofa to watch TV. Instead, she slowly looked around the room.
This apartment had been bought by Hashiko Yui herself, and she lived here alone. It was her private space, and Rita was just a little curious about this idol girl's private space.
But there did not seem to be much worth seeing. Other than a few trinkets and stuffed dolls, she found nothing particularly eye-catching.
When she reached Hashiko Yui's bedroom door, Rita hesitated slightly... but the next moment, she walked right in. Even though she knew it was rude, she had been busy for so long for nothing. What was the big deal about taking a look at her bedroom?
With that thought, the girl went in without the slightest psychological burden.
Compared to the living room, Hashiko Yui's bedroom was undoubtedly decorated much more adorably. It was practically like a princess's bedroom. Rita curiously checked beneath her bed, but found no sexually